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You and the horse you rode in on.
Its not the size of the boat, its the motion of the ocean. Depends on where you’re going.
You and the horse you rode in on.
America – You’re damned right!
America is the greatest country in the world and you bastards would die without us! HAHAHAHA!
America – You’re damned right!
Lincoln and zombie.
Lincoln never killed zombies, at least as far as the history books are concerned.
Lincoln didn’t even own a machete
Open Seseme…
Oscar the grouch.
Represent, bitches.
Oscar was a grumpy shit way back when. Back when you were young enough to get in trouble for being in a bad mood.
I think it had to do with living in a trash can and being the unspoken homeless guy on the show.
Bert and Ernie had a house and they didn’t seem to have jobs at all. They were either mediocre kids, living without parents or retarded adults who might be gay.
Take your pick.
Back to Oscar.
I seem to end up dealing with the homeless a lot on this blog and I can’t figure out if it is an obsession or just good choices on writing content.
I saw a new Muppet Movie is coming out and it got me thinking about Oscar.
Oscar came at us during a time in our life when we were being bombarded with vanilla, black and white views of life. The cartoons reflected either a good guy or a bad guy. The good guys were always good and the bad guys were always bad.
And then there was Oscar.
Oscar was a good guy that bitched about everything. but everyone seemed to like, and he was just kind of made fun of, but he spoke his mind and was more or less accepted by the majority.
All without getting a time out.
I am seeing scary similarities between myself and Oscar.
And, in a way, I kind of like that.
Oscar pretty much demanded that you accept him and his shitty attitude at face value. He taught us to be pushy and outspoken way before that was allowed by school or our parents.
And never once did he get the recognition.
Hell, some of us have personalities based on it.
Willy the grouch.
Has a nice little ring to it, ay?
When my kids were growing up, I started watching Sesame Street again. I was a little twisted up by it at first.
The Muppets were puppets and never aged, so all my old friends were still vibrant and funny.
But the people changed.
They were older and what was once friendly and helpful was now kind of creepy and moist? and made me afraid to leave my kids alone in the same room with them.
But I got over it and sat with my daughter and clapped and sang. Daddy stuff.
And then your kids grow up and, at least mentally, you put the Muppets on the shelf again.
Until the grand kids show up. Then you can watch again.
And I will still be creeped out by the overly sugary-sweet delivery of the cast of humans then, too.
But the Muppets will still be there.
And, fuzzy pound for fuzzy pound, Kermit the Frog is the elder statesman of childrens television. He kicks the shit out of Spongebob with one thin furry arm held behind his back with a little black stick.
And he will bitch slap Hello Kitty without working up a sweat.
Although, Hello Kitty has a Japanese following that is fanatical and well monied, so maybe that’s a bad comparison.
Getting back to Oscar the Grouch, I like to think he was a roll model for some, if not all of us.
He catered to the inner asshole.
Thank you Oscar.
I would follow you into Muppet hell, you magnificent fuzzy bastard.
